I used to be someone who was in control of her life. I was an adult. Responsible and mature. But then I took over the Angel Network, my sister’s demon quashing business, and my life just went to hell…literally!

Part of the problem is, of course, my new partner, Slayer. He’s cocky and opinionated and just so…male. Forget that when he’s nearby my body just about melts with lust. Forget that it’s nearly impossible for us to work together. Forget that dealing with dark worlders on a daily basis is death to my better nature. I just want to prove to Astra that I can run her business as well or even better than she did.

But I can’t catch a break.

What are the chances that one of my first clients would be the Queen of the Hellhounds and that she would drag me to Hell, get me entangled with my dangerously unstable ex-boyfriend, or set me on a path that would nearly kill me a hundred ways to Sunday?

There have to be easier ways to make a living than this.

[toggles title=”Excerpt”]My heart racing, I jerked around and smacked Slayer on the chest before it sank in that he was actually alive. Then I threw myself into his arms, my lips finding his before I gave a single thought to the intelligence of starting something he would definitely try to finish. True to his nature, Slayer wrapped his arms around me and, tugging me tight against his long, hard form, deepened the kiss until I could barely breathe under its force. His talented mouth was firm and insistent against mine. His tongue teased my lips until I opened for him, letting myself succumb to the force of his need. Slayer’s hands skimmed beneath my clothing, branding me with heat. Some small part of my brain that hadn’t already capitulated was screaming at me to stop…to step away…and to slap him silly for trying to seduce me in the middle of a garbage scow. But the part of my mind that wanted to grasp reason had no chance against the delicious force of personality that was Slayer. As he nibbled gently on my lips, I pressed shamelessly against the hard ridge beneath his pants, my hands clutching his shoulders as if they were the only thing holding me upright. Lust coiled low in my belly, my sexual core convulsing with need. Even the stench around us, which was a living, breathing force of its own, couldn’t penetrate the raging desire that lashed us together into a single, sizzling column of sexual intention. Not so the sound of a throat clearing behind us. A smoky tendril of air wafted over me as my need-drenched brain slowly cleared and the realization of what came with that smoky scent finally ripped me from my daze. I wrenched free of Slayer’s arms and turned, dragging the back of my hand over my swollen lips. [/toggles]

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USA Today Bestselling Author Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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